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Grey. She’d conducted controlled interviews online with actual blood drinkers and even dissected the corpses brought to her doctor's lab. Who believes in paranormal stuff? Doctor Grey knew that vampires, shape-shifters, and other creatures of the night existed, even though her coworkers on the quantum physics side of the equation had not been privy to the truth. So, maybe someone had found out and this was a simple joke? Maybe her dreams had no connection.

I nodded, knowing that I had no room to refuse her. Yes, I do. After breakfast, I went back to my own bedroom upstairs. I could vaguely hear people inside discussing. “I heard that Madam Calista saw a ghost last night and cried in fear.” “I heard that too. They say it was a female ghost crying and asking Madam Calista to return the ring to her. Could it be true? So scary,” said another maid, her voice trembling. “That’s entirely possible. Ragnar's fifth mate once claimed that she encountered a female ghost in the dead of night asking her for the same ring. The poor woman was so terrified that she passed away on the spot.” The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid.

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

"Boss?" "Have you heard of Mikel Heal?" "Who is that?" "So you have not?" "No." Alexis scoffed and adjusted in her seat. "Mikel Heal: team captain of the STTD team, solved over hundred cases since the age of 17 using his ghost hunt talents." "A ghost hunter?"

Gabriel called me and said, "Alice, they found a sleeping thousand-year-old zombie in Mt. Ghost Maiden, the same place you visited before. Do you want to take a look?" I was still livestreaming when Gabriel's voice echoed from the receiver. Chaos immediately erupted in the live stream. I hastily ended the live stream and rushed to Mt. Ghost Maiden. There were countless other shamans around. Many senior shamans set up traps around the mountains, hoping to catch the zombie. I snuck into the mountains from the other side and ran into Gabriel. I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Are you going to tell on me again?" Gabriel nonchalantly leaned against a tree while chewing on a long blade of grass. "I d

Jennet nodded her head, “Yeah, it’s spooky indeed. I was uneasy from the first day I moved into that villa. You know, I felt as if someone was watching me. Constantly watching…” Marvina glanced at her with knitted brows. "But, how did you know it's a female ghost? Have you seen it?" "Well, last night I had a nightmare about her. It was so vivid and I could see her long golden hair. She was much taller than me or probably taller than an average woman and…she had fair skin." She explained. It was still fresh in her mind about the tall figure in her bathroom and the long hair that was all over her when she was in bed. It was a frightful night indeed. She wished not to see the same dream again.

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."